Nothing else like it, not counting all the others just like it all over the internet

Friday, February 20, 2009

Buying A House

For those of you who don't read the comments (you really should be reading the comments), the thing I don't want to jinx is that we found a house. And as of today, it looks like we really might get it. I know, right?

I don't want to go into too much detail about it, because there are some super-sleuthing stalkers and crazies in the blogosphere, and I don't need to be making their job any easier. (Sidenote: what a great job, stalking and being a crazy... if you happen to make any money doing that, please drop me a line. You know how to reach me... or you'll figure it out, because that's your JOB).

It's safe to say that I'm terrified of buying a house in this economy. You just don't know what's around the corner. But we've been smart about it, and we're not buying anything we can't afford. We're more than ready to find a place to settle down while the kids go through school. I want to know what my home will look like, and I want to decorate it, before I lose my sight. We're ready to buy, and even though the value of whatever home we buy will certainly drop further down in these next few years, we're not willing to put our life on hold for the sake of equity (or what I'm going to call invisible money) we may or may not get back in the ten to fifteen years before we're ready to sell. It's not worth freaking out over. We're going to be okay.

Then I tell myself that six more times, make the sign of the cross, and spit.

We're doing the walkthrough on our home today. Then, if all goes well, we'll close the day after Harrison's first birthday. By St. Patrick's Day we'll be living in our new house, and by April Fool's Day I'll probably figure out how the damn key works. It should smell like us by Eric's birthday, and I'm sure we'll get our first carpet stain by mine. We hope to have all the rooms painted by the Fourth of July, and by the first day of kindergarten, Lennon will stop being terrified of her new room, and will maybe believe us when we tell her we won't have to move again in a couple of months. We hope to offend at least one neighbor by (or on) Halloween, and by Thanksgiving we should finally have replaced all the sheets, posterboard, and tin foil with real window coverings. For Christmas, we'll ask Santa to bring us a couch. By New Year's, we'll have all the light switches figured out, and by this time next year, it will be Our Home.

the 'yay' is silent

mommyblogyay at yahoo dot com

About the Blogger

Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?